Rowan Morgan frantically argued, "No, Hallie, how could you think that way? You're my daughter too, you..."
"I grew up in the Nanny Room, ate leftovers, and used the pocket money you occasionally slipped to me as my only solace. Now for the sake of Aria, you don't hesitate to come to me begging for forgiveness on her behalf, calling her my sister. You perfectly know what she has done to me. I now believe that your past kindness to me was merely akin to charity given to a beggar, meaningless to you."
"Hallie... how could that be? Dad truly loves you..."
"That's enough. See where I live now, what kind of food I eat, and a person who only knows me for such a short time, who tolerates my flaws, spoils and pampers me, has given me things you haven't given me despite raising me for so many years. So, how do you expect me to believe?"
Rowan Morgan couldn't help but glance around the house, looking at the servants pacing back and forth in the distance. He fell silent.
